The Bloody Crown
BC 34
The sky at the end of summer is gone. In the dense sky right at the end of summer, the black sky seemed to fill with clouds.
The moon hid, the stars did not appear, the beautiful night sky could not be seen both of their gray eyeballs ever, and were wearing the crown makota.
Francesca's eyeballs shifted back to stare at her reflection in front of the mirror. Once again, Francesca looked at her head wearing the crown of a Queen heir to the throne of Francia, the crown of power that kept her chest in pain.
"Your Majesty"
Francesca's head nodded briefly, then began to turn her steps to head to the exit of her room.
With elegant steps, chin held high, hands that were gracefully clutched in front of her stomach, Francesca was ready. Ready to do what he has to do as heir to the throne who will sacrifice anything for the sake of his kingdom. Whatever.
Along the floor, the red carpet had already stretched. In every corner, beautiful flowers and furniture have been arranged and arranged as beautifully as possible.
Francesca, who was followed by her two servants, continued to step through all the beautiful arrangements to go to the ballrom corridor
The busy waitresses passed by to make ends meet tonight's party, continuously bowing deeply as Francia passed by them.
The bodyguards, always on alert, guarded every part of Rembrantd, kept their heads down as their Queen passed through every part of the corridor.
Until the steps of Francesca, arrived at the main hall of Francia which was filled with orchestral music.
"HER MAJESTY QUEEN FRANCESCA ARRIVES!!"
The entire contents of the main hall that had been filled with invited guests, began to return in silence. The invited guests who wore their best dresses with masked faces, began to give all their attention to Francesca
With legs that had not yet moved back, Francesca stared at the surroundings. The few Francia noble guests he could see, politely took off their masks while looking down deeply. Giving a gesture of absolute courtesy to their Queen.
Francesca's hand was outstretched. Susane gives Francesca her mask.
With a very graceful movement, Francesca put on her mask. Uphold both of his shoulders with his chin raised back high.
Half of her beautiful face that had been covered with a mask that held her, made all Francia wardens again wear their masks
And all the mouths of his people, instantly shouted out the majesty of their Queen.
"LONG LIVE THE QUEEN! LONG LIVE THE QUEEN! LONG LIVE THE QUEEN!"
Francesca's head nodded briefly. Which makes the gentlemen re-stretch their heads, which makes the ladies straight back to straighten their knees.
With the hand that continued to cover half of her beautiful face, the wearer of the crown began to step in front of the steps of the throne chair.
All the attention that still continues in the owner of the main chain of status in Francia, making Francesca immediately open her voice.
"Thank you for your presence tonight. Be it the presence of my people Francia, as well as my guests who had come from afar to come to our house" Francesca's head moved, staring at all the invited guests by assessing and looking for people he knows. Francesca's forehead frowned slightly when something felt incomplete. "Well, enjoy the party tonight"
Francesca quickly ended her rotten stale speech. She quickly cut off all attention for him.
"Tom"
Tomy quickly drew closer to Francesca
"Yes Your Majesty"
"Daughter of Anastasia with George?"
Tomy's head nodded confidently
"Yes Your Majesty"
Starting to turn her steps to get to the steps of the stairs, Francesca spoke again. The words Francesca said in a sharp tone
"Find and make sure, where Prince Regan and Princess Summer are now. Now Tom!"
Realizing that something might happen, Tomy immediately nodded
"Good Your Majesty"
Very quickly Tomy left from there. Leaving Francesca to be taken care of and served by Carl.
As she sat in her seat, Francesca looked around from her eyes on the cover with the mask.
The question came back from his mouth
"Prince Ferdinand and Princess Delana?"
Carl slightly inclined his head politely, in order to whisper in the state of the hall that began to return to the sound of orchestral music
"They just came out, Your Majesty"
Francesca's head nodded in understanding and looked back around. As the direction of view continued to circulate, without taking into account, the two eyeballs were as blue as an ocean in the mask frame, instantly locking the direction of Francesca's view.
Although the face was covered, although the mask he wore was very disturbing. But, the handsome face and the beautiful iris of the man, immediately recognized Francesca.
Ryes. The man who was wearing a mask to cover half his face, continued to stare into the gray eyeballs that had now continued to return his gaze.
Next to his hand was still holding the glass, with a face that continued to lead to the throne seat
The few ladies around him, who were eagerly accompanying him, immediately followed where Ryes was headed.
"Your Grace"
The voice of someone Ryes knew. This time, it managed to turn Ryes's gaze on Francesca.
Ryes head quickly turned his head. Unknowingly, his lips instantly smelled the woman's name
"Kathrine?"
The woman who was now the attention of the ladies around Ryes smiled from behind her mask.
"You recognize me?"
Ryes' eyes twitched. His face was fixed on the woman. The woman Ryes knew very well, Kathrine.
"What are you doing here, lady?"
The woman smiled again, then said softly after previously glancing at the ladies who were around Ryes.
"Want to breathe the air outside, Your Grace?"
Ryes understood Kathrine's words. He also desperately wants to go to a quieter place and just be a place for the two of them, but
"Where is your husband?"
Gracefully, Kathrine opened her fan and spoke without burden
"On the Alpend, Your Grace"
"You came alone?"
Kathrine's head nodded briefly while returning a smile.
"I'm just with the servants and the guards"
And their stale chatter, which continued, could be caught clearly by Francesca.
From the tail of her eyes, Francesca glanced at Gregory.
"Who is Gory?"
Gregory's forehead frowned. Why is Francesca so curious?
"Lady Kathrine Gilbert, Your Majesty. He-" Gregory glanced towards Ryes and Kathrine who were increasingly intensely killing their standing distance. "His former lover Grace Hasting. The only woman who's ever been His Grace's real lover"
One of Francesca's eyebrows swooped in with a gaze that looked back at Ryes and Kathrine. Then, as Ryes turned her neck and the direction of their gaze met again, Francesca gave a faint smile.
An insincere smile but still able to lock Ryes's gaze until both irises are as blue as the ocean, can only look at Francesca
Carl, who kept observing the mysterious silent conversation between Ryes and Francesca, pulled his lips together, then whispered softly.
"It looks like you have to move fast Your Majesty"
"Why?"
"His elderly husband is sick and perhaps soon, he will be a widow..." Carl leaned his body slightly and whispered back. "And what I remember. In the past, His Grace Hastings and lady Kathrine were almost engaged"
Francesca's head nodded in understanding. Francesca knew exactly what Carl was trying to tell her.
From behind the fan. The woman who was being the topic of conversation, had already glanced towards someone. Someone who makes it can be at the party even more, which makes him able to meet again with the man who still fills his entire heart.
"Lady Kathrine?"
A lady who was around him, finally reprimanded Kathrine who looked busy speechless as she stared towards the west of the hall. Kathrine who was reprimanded and had lost her attention Ryes smiled carelessly.
"I'm just looking at the masks of the guests, lady"
Kathrine's mouth was lying as she glanced at Ryes who continued to stare towards the seat of the throne. Even Ryes just gave her back to Kathrine.
Kathrine's carefree smile turned into a wry smile. He could finally see why he could be sent to the party, what was the reason for him to be there
--000--
"I want to breathe air outside George"
George who seemed to continue to be silent and froze after reading something, could only give a brief nod
Anastasia chuckled softly. What's George? What is a proverb? But Anastasia the obedient child kept a short nod regardless of George
"Yes George, I'll just be back in the room for a little while. Waiting for Ferdinand to surprise"
George's head piqued briefly without being able to give his warm smile.
After Anastasia came out and the door closed. The door opened and showed Edward's face.
Edward immediately approached George who was sitting on a desk chair while staring at the paper in front of him with a bitter look
"George?"
Squeezing the paper in his hand, George looked at Edward
"What's the reaction?"
While pulling the chair to his buttocks, Edward blinked his shoulders indifferently.
"He was not affected one bit. It seems like the past will not be a destroyer. Are you satisfied George?"
With his heart riled up, George's head nodded.
"I don't want Francesca to be with a man who still keeps the past. I have to make sure that if their marriage is later, there won't be any stories of the husband's past"
Well.... Edward agreed with this. Because the secret history records, if the Castalarox men always have a mess with the women of their past. Including the old man in front of him.
"But if I saw them earlier, lady Kathrine still seemed to hold hope for the Duke. His staring and gestures can't lie"
"Just calm. Men who have a track record of bastards will definitely choose a future with clean women. It remains how Francesca will force her to continue burning"
Although Edward only understood a little about George's words, but his head nodded as if he understood the whole max and the plan that was in the King's head retired.
Edward, who seemed confident and sure, could not catch the angry feelings that George tried to hide.
"Ed.."
"Yes?"
With a finger already scratching the wooden table. George looked up at the ceiling of his room.
"I hope. When it rains everything will be fine"
Edward's eyebrows furrowed deeply. And began to look at George's face in full search. Until Edward could see it, the look on George's face was holding something back.
--000--
On the other side. Ferdinand was still chatting casually with Delana in the back of the palace garden.
They were just the two of them sitting on the long bench behind the palace with the chanting of the sound of orchestral music coming from the hall.
Until finally, Ferdinand started putting on his serious face
"Yes..."
Delana who was chuckling gracefully because of her own story, immediately turned her head
"Yes, Will?"
"Do you like me?"
Ferdinand's sudden question, made Delana quickly look at him
"Of course"
"Then marry me"
Although quite surprised by Ferdinand's words, Delana still looked calm. His lips smiled faintly as he looked back towards the front.
"Is this your plan to approach me?"
Without a doubt, Ferdinand nodded and replied confidently
"certain. What else could make me like this?" Ferdinand searched and grabbed Delana's hand without changing his front-facing gaze. "Married me Ana"
The smile on Delan's lips turned into a wry smile
"You have a wife. How can I-"
"Be the Queen"
Delana's body stiffened. His head turned to Ferdinand
"Will?"
But Ferdinand did not show a face that was joking. The look on her face and the look in her eyes looked at Delana firmly and expectantly.
"If you become Queen. You can pull me and get me out of my wedding shackles"
Both eyes of Delana's eyes were shaking. Ferdinand knows that. Vibration of doubt, fear, but also shows alertness.
Until Delana's long breath blows long and turns back her face, but, but,
Ferdinand's hand quickly grabbed Delana's face. Holding his face with one hand, and another hand that continues to hold Delana's hand.
The nervous and timid look on Delana's face was very readable by Ferdinand. And Ferdinand, not done yet to make Delana even more nervous and timid
"I like you a lot Ana. I really liked you from our first meeting. Your beauty has attracted me so much, it's even now making me feel drunk"
"Will"
"Stt...." Ferdinand's thumb held Delana's lips together. Swiping softly at the bottom and top, and then close his lips in front of Delana's lips that were already quivering under Ferdinand's spell. "I want you and always want you. I'd really like to have you. "Ferdinand's lips drew closer and finally, ended up on Delana's cheek. To Delana who had melted down. Both of Ferdinand's eyes looked straight ahead while speaking with all of his heart. "I love you. Love you so much Ana. I always miss you"
The direction of view that continued to be looked at Ferdinand smiled as he replied to Ferdinand's speech without a sound
"I miss u too"
Ferildinand's lips smiled and instantly grabbed Delana's body into his embrace. His gaze continued to gaze towards the front with both eyes sparkling with love.
His lips moved without sound.
"Honey, Welcome home..."
Anastasia smiled and immediately turned her steps. The departure of Anastasia who looked carefree and understanding made Ferdinand unconsciously tighten his embrace on Delana's body. The body that he made a channeler of pride and happiness in his love, to his wife Anastasia who is very perfect and very understanding for him.
"Will..."
The call finally brought Ferdinand's sanity back, with Ferdinand slowly letting go of their embrace.
Delana's body, which could only go limp under Ferdinand's sweet crib-filled spell, stared fixedly at Ferdinand.
"Stay at my place Will"
Ferdinand's stomach was so upset he wanted to get out. But her trained lips can still smile charming.
Ferdinand's hand was raised. His fingers touched his jaw and walked down over Delana's spilled chest. Her lips that kept smiling endearing spoke heavy
"I want to have you completely Ana. Believe this. Now I really want to go through this cold night with you"
Both Delana's eyes were already closed enjoying Ferdinand's one-finger hot touch. His lips twitched ever more and more and spoke softly
"Please stay at my place"
At the corner of Ferdinand's lips were raised high. Then say heavier and more seductive.
"You want me?"
"Yes"
"Now?"
"Yes Will! Please..."
My God's! this woman in front of him was extremely caress-hungry! it's disgusting!
"Then do not do anything so that I-" Ferdinand's lips drew near to Delana's ears and whispered sensually. "It may have you in the morning, the afternoon, and the evening. On your bed without shackling"
After speaking, Ferdinand's lips kissed Delana's sweat. Delana's body rippled violently to the point of pounding.
Suddenly, she lost all of that warmth.
Because Ferdinand instantly pulled out all his touches. And quickly Ferdinand's feet had also stood up.
Delana's forehead flinched
"Will..."
Ferinand did not reply anymore and immediately stepped away.
"Will!!"
Fuck Delana! Fuck those! Ferdinand was unable to get close to him. He really wanted to meet someone he missed so much.
Delana who did not understand the contents of the heart and the contents of the head stored Ferdinand, could only stare at Ferdinand's wide back which was getting further away.
His hand lifted holding next to his chest that was still stirring madly.
"You're as cunning as your father. But I really fell for you Ferdinand"
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